🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

 Many man  death)
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
 Man we gotta go get  to eat man
 I'm hungry as  motherfucker
 
 50 Cent
 Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so  son?
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50, calm down, here  come
 
 9 Shots
 
 Banks and 50 
 Ahh, ohh, what the 
 
 50 Cent
 Ahh! son,  up! pull up!
 
 Intro
 Many  wish death upon me
 Blood in my eye dawg and I can't 
 I'm trying to be  I'm destined to be
 And niggaz trying  take my life away
 I  a hole in nigga for fucking with me
 My back on the wall, now  gon' see
 Better watch  you talk, when you talk about me
 Cause I'll come and take  life away
 
 Many men, many,  many, many men
 Wish  'pon me
 Lord I don't cry  more
 Don't look to the  no more
 Have  on me
 
 Now  pussy niggaz putting money on my head
 Go on and get  refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
 I'm the diamond in the dirt,  ain't been found
 I'm the underground king and I ain't been 
  I rhyme, something special happen every time
 I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his 
 I  the block with the bundles
  been knocked on the humble
 Swing the ox when  rumble
 Show your ass what  gun do
 Got a temper nigga,  lose your head
 Turn  back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
 I  around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
  I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
 
 Chorus:
 Many men,  many, many, many men
 Wish death  me
  I don't cry no more
  look to the sky no more
  mercy on me
 Have mercy on my 
 Somewhere my  turned cold
 Have mercy on many 
  many, many, many men
  death upon me
 
 Some days wouldn't be special, if  wasn't for rain
 Joy wouldn't feel so good,  it wasn't for pain
  gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
 It'll leave you physically,  and emotionally scarred
 This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and 
 For the niggaz on lock, doing  behind bars
 I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things 
 Quick these crackers will give my  ass a hundred years
 I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the 
 Like Malcolm by any means,  my gun in my palm
 Slim switched sides on  let niggaz ride on me
 I thought we was cool, why you want me to die 
 
 Chorus
 
 Every night I talk to god, but he don't  nothing back
 I know he protecting me, but I still stay  my gat
 In my nightmares, niggaz keep  techs on me
 Psych says some bitch dumb, put a  on me
 The feds didn't know much, when  got shot
  got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
 I ain't  spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
 Are you  nigga? You can't read between the lines
 In  bible it says, what goes around, comes around
 Almost shot me, three weeks  he got shot down
 Now it's clear that  here, for a real reason
 'Cause  got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
 
 Chorus